The
hot breeze, pushing
Sight
narrows in the salted mist, the acrid air
The
sea thundering as the rolling tide retreats
The
shore expanding
The
empty space fills
Bodies
in the sun, clamoring birds on the beach
All
their waste and refuse gathering in the sand
The
bones of the world
Plastic
straws and paper wraps, aluminum cans
Washed
out in the sun
Taken
in the tide
The
oceans rising, sweeping, steeping all the trash
Listen
for the tide, the tide returning, the sea
Roaring
in my ear
Listen
for the dirge
A
song for a dying world, the pipes are calling
Melodies
for funerals, burials, lament
The
poisoned sea
The
breeze is hot, sour
The
shore has putrefied, stinking with rot, cancer
Walk
along the diseased shoreline, death in each step
Walk
into the rising sea
Into
the salted brine crying seagulls
Scattered
in the waves
Into
the acid bath, dissolved and disappeared
Taken
in the fog
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